spring showers become
hot sun, humid air
it feels like summer

ants invade the home
it's on their territory
kitchens are fair game

you lay next to me
as sun streams over our skin
sunburn is worth it

a lullaby of
crickets and birds and—
life at its fullest

late august thunder
the ground vibrates from its force
the power scares me

a two-faced season
sun-bright smiles, thunderous shouts
check the weather app

a whisper of wind
the beginning of the end
summer sounds quiet